Like a roaring West Indian wave, you came into my life.
Captured me from rough seas, and pulled me into your riptide.
We danced arm in arm, under sweet soca tunes, quickly hurled into a lovers fog,
I have come to see a beauty in men of certain tribes of Namibia. A raw but tender gentleness and humility for human kind. A genuine innocence that cannot be feigned. A natural eagerness to help for nothing in return. An almost natal demeanor, where the inherent good is first put forth. It…